{ ''Alright you desperate yuri enthusiasts, eat up.'' }
Uzi's internal fans whirred as she took a breath of the cold, chilly air. The hydraulics groaned and hissed as the blast door behind her closed, the worker drone taking slow, leisure steps away from it.
She glanced around at the deserted wasteland, still the same mess she remembered it as. She huffed, heading to the direction which she remembered was the way to the corpse spire.
She had grown accustomed to the atmosphere of the swaying tower, despite it being made of the various corpses of her own kind. It used to bother her, but the more she visited N, the more she got used to its rather disturbing appearance.
Uzi hummed to herself, what could she even do once she's in the spire? Tinker around with scraps again? Continue her tedious work of fixing the landing pod? Talk about the animes she's watched with N?
What could she possibly busy herself with that isn't something she's done before?
...
Well-
She could try...
Having a conversation with V?
.. But about what?
Uzi stopped in her tracks, stuck on that one single question.
What is there to possibly talk about?
V thinks she's edgy, and weird! Hell, if anything; V would definitely assume that all she talks about is death and destruction!
Which, isn't really inaccurate... but still!
She'd rather die than talk to V and get teased, or even insulted endlessly.
Uzi let out a frustrated huff, since when did things get so boring around here?
... A brief silence, and Uzi's enhanced audio sensors suddenly picked up on the very faint sound of something rapidly approaching her from behind.
She turned around to look, and was met with a snowball to the face.
The force from the way it was thrown at her caused the unfortunate worker drone to tumble back, falling down onto the snowy ground with a loud thud.
Hearing a familiar voice laughing at her from afar, Uzi grumbled, already knowing who it was.
She scrambled to her feet, wiping the snow off of her face. As her vision cleared, she glared at the figure not so far away from her, watching as it laughed at her misfortune.
Damnit, she's gonna get back at V for that.
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Fanfiction'' Dislike grows into hate, hate grows into despite. - - - Despite turns into interest, interest turns into curiosity. - - - Curiosity develops into intrigue, intrigue develops into.. infatuation. - - - Infatuation becomes love, and love becomes...
